Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.